Mama’s cath took nearly two hours and they still didn’t fix it.
It has been a long day, friends.
There’s calcification that’s preventing the placement of the stents, so our options are to fix it and to kind of fix it, which is to say open heart surgery or roto-root the vein involved and then place the stents.
We’re going full-tilt-boogie and having it all done.
The doctor here wants her to stay over the weekend, but she wants out to go spring Bill, and I’m not inclined to keep her here if they’re just observing her. I asked about the possibility of giving her blood thinners to go and he said no, just aspirin. She can give herself aspirin and she wants to go home.
Naturally we won’t leave if she’s in danger, but staying here is stressing both her and my stepfather out more than is necessary.
The doctor was kind of a bastard about the whole going home thing, putting his hands up in the defensive position, telling us he’s not in the business of telling people what they can and can’t do, but he’s going to heavily document the whole thing, which I completely understand, and then he had the temerity to call my mother sweetheart.
I had to call the insurance company after all that to check that we won’t run afoul of the insurance company if she leaves tomorrow, and they informed me that the division for her section of insurance closes earlier than the others and will reopen on Monday morning.
I plan for her to be at the new cardiologist’s office on Monday morning, I need to know now. Hilariously, I burst into great, gasping, sobbing tears and announced that if it were my own heart, it wouldn’t be so urgent, but it was my mother for crying out loud, and it’s the holiest day in all of christendom – Jesus Christ, our lord and saviour, died on the cross and was laid in his tomb on this very day, and couldn’t somebody please just help me help my mama before it was too late?
Once I stopped crying long enough, the lady on the phone asked me to please hold and she would find someone to help me.
I’m probably going to hell for that, but it was worth it.
I didn’t eat all day, and now I’m piled up in this hotel again. I ordered the most ridiculously unhealthy salad in the world. Fortunately my points week starts all over again on Monday.
That’s all the news that fits. I should go to sleep now. I don’t see my days getting any shorter soon.